And that was that.

At some point in the proceedings you think it’s not landing as hard as you thought it would. And then you realize it’s landing just as hard as you thought it would, and you’re too worn and exhausted to feel it. There’s nothing left to feel.

Yesterday I did a little walk and talk. This is where the Bleat originated for the last 25 years. Towards the end - well, you'll see.

 
 

 

 
   

Substack concerns the things you end up staring at five hours before you leave home forever. It's not maudlin or bleak.

Monday we start all over again.